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	'<{title}>' => 'My mother cannot stand holding up their own end of a deal.',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
<p>
	The moving van company contacted my mother letting us know that they have a van in a city a bit more remote than ours.
	If we go pick that truck up instead of the one that we were scheduled to take, they&apos;ll throw in a couple extra days with the truck for us.
	With that offer, we&apos;ll be in less of a rush.
	Meanwhile, I searched the Internet for storage units for us to move our stuff into.
	Unfortunately, neither my mother nor I could find any units available that were both within our price range and large enough to fit our needs.
</p>
<p>
	A bit later, our mother started going off on Cyrus and I about the fact that neither of us drive.
	They brought up that I&apos;d said I&apos;d get a driver license against my wishes for them, though also that I still hadn&apos;t followed through.
	I reminded them exactly why I hadn&apos;t followed through yet.
	The deal was that I&apos;d get my driver license <strong>*after*</strong> trimming my hair so I&apos;d look decent in the $a[ID] photograph that I&apos;d be stuck with for eight years.
	Likewise, my mother had insisted that I grow my hair out for <strong>*one last*</strong> professionally-done photograph with my hair long.
	(My mother hates how I look with short hair, but I hate how I look with long hair.) It has been over a year and my mother hasn&apos;t made the arrangements that they want for their last photograph.
	It&apos;s been my mother that hasn&apos;t followed through, not me.
	This really set my mother off though.
	My mother constantly tries to manipulate people so they don&apos;t have to give up anything.
	My mother had conveniently &quot;forgotten&quot; about the actual terms of our deal and did <strong>*not*</strong> want to be reminded of them.
	Being reminded, they threatened to kick me out if I continued trying to cut my hair or if I didn&apos;t get a driver license.
	It&apos;s my hair, it shouldn&apos;t be my mother&apos;s decision, but somehow, my mother feels like they&apos;re entitled to choosing how I look.
	I&apos;m in a vulnerable situation at the moment.
	I can&apos;t stand up for myself and defend the original terms of our deal.
	I have no choice for now but to give in to my mother&apos;s noxious demands.
	Once we&apos;re in a stable home, I need to find a job, save up for an apartment, then move out.
</p>
END
);
